An Irish Pub Roundup – Part 1, The Ideal

They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too!They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu.So whether you sing or pull a pint you’ll always have a job,‘Cause where ever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub.

Irish Pub Song – The High Kings

I’ve played lots of Celtic music sessions lately, but only one of those has been in an “Irish” pub. This struck me as a bit…weird. So I started wondering. Our area seems to have lots of Irish Pubs. What’s happening with those pubs? Are they truly “Irish Pubs?” For that matter, what really makes a pub Irish? To answer these questions I decided to do a regional pub crawl and see what each of these has to offer.

And you know your in an Irish pub the minute you’re in the doorFor a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore…

Irish Pub Song – The High Kings

These ideals did cause a a bit of disillusionment when I got back from Ireland. A pub called the Playwright opened in Greenville, but just didn’t live up to my ideals, nor to anyone else’s, for that matter. It subsequently closed, but more on that in the next post.

So, with these ideals in mind I made a list of pubs in the area. I started with the ones about which I already knew and had visited, then just Googled the others. I’m sure I missed a few, but I tried to include every establishment that claimed to be Irish in some way. In no particular order, here’s my list…

I know there’s one in Athens and pubs in Charlotte and Atlanta, but I figured this would do for now. My loose criteria was that it should be a place I could get to easily for an evening or afternoon music session. That would exclude Tommy Condon’s in Charleston and a whole raft of places in Savannah. I also left off establishments that claimed to be British pubs, such as the Hare and Hound in Landrum.

Here’s a map of the locations on my list…

I was prepared to visit each of these, go down my ideals checklist, then render my verdict – Irish or Pretender, based on a quick whiff and sip of Guinness. I soon found that was terribly, terribly naive, and I should toss my list of ideals out the window. However, that’s for the next chapter…